The Spike (Begin at the beginning of the story here) A titch later we’re drying off by a burn barrel, pretty high up on the cliff face, and the Seertlekimmie is telling me about the harvests. The rays and octopus are coming in more and more, but landin’ a whale’s
It’s opening night for the latest exhibit at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts. Under-, over-, and well-dressed people of every age and persuasion are chatting in drink lines and dancing in the pink-tinged darkness of the Center’s theater. In short order the DJ will blast a snarky, sugary
Part Five Jump the Shark (Begin at the beginning here) The next day I go to see the Seertlekimmie. He’s up and about, putzing around the dock and even though he ain’t lookin’ so hot he seems in good spirits. We stroll around the docks, a sprawling maze of rickety
While many people feared their jobs would be replaced by robots, there was a resounding belief that mechanization would usher in a utopia free from the drudgery of manual labor. Artists enamored by the stark, sterile beauty of machinery, gave rise to a little known but pervasive art movement called Precisionism.
Part Four Fancy Pants So I go up to Deska’s house. As a council member she gets to live in one of the old houses. It’s not made from scraps of cloth, driftwood, and piled stone, not like most of the city. It’s real timber with real windows, not just
Chapter Three “Devil’s Teeth” By the time the peaks of Devil’s Teeth start to loom on the horizon, the sky is a thin strip of pink and red being squashed by a dark block of purple. Getting closer to the cliffside settlement, the orange plastic fences point me towards the
SF & NYC residents argue if Golden Gate Park is better than Central Park, and if the rooftop bars in Brooklyn beat the patios of Zeitgeist and El Rio
The 10th Annual SF Beer Week Opening Gala could only be properly covered in that most inebriated style of American journalism. Friday night is returning slowly, hazy as an East Coast IPA, unfiltered, lingering on the palette. The artist drew vaginas on napkins and sold them to lesbians. “I’m making